Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 1220, Section 1209: Salt Gang Cuisine

6:45 PM.

Liang Yue and Xiang Boming, along with five others, went out for a walk to digest their food before returning to Jiweilou Restaurant.

The three floors of Jiweilou are all private rooms, some large and some small, totaling more than twenty.

The names all use auspicious phrases such as "bright future", "good fortune and longevity", "smooth sailing", and "abundant wealth".

The largest of them are six, and each private room contains a large round table that can seat eighteen people.

Tonight's grand banquet will be held in one of the five private rooms.

There is also a huge private room with four tables for ten people each, which is specially used for large family gatherings and celebration banquets.

This was all explained by a front-of-house manager surnamed Hu at Jiweilou when he led them upstairs.

He led everyone to the "Golden Jade Hall" and opened the door to the private room.

The room was already mostly full; Old Liang and his group had arrived long ago.

Mr. Hou was very enthusiastic and stood up to wave, "Children, you're here! Come on, sit down, we've been waiting for you."

Given his age, it's perfectly appropriate for him to call Liang Yue and the others "kids".

We talked about him in the afternoon after we booked the table. His name is Hou Hui, he is fifty-nine years old, and he is also a food magazine editor.

That Mr. Liang is sixty-two years old. He owns a private restaurant and is a chef.

However, they all consider themselves gourmets, and that food is their lifelong favorite food.

They had applied to be judges for the new flavor competition, but unfortunately, neither of them was selected.

Xiang Boming quickly said, "Sorry, sorry, I didn't realize I'd been browsing for a while and kept you all waiting."

"It's not too late, it's not too late, it's not time yet," Old Hou said cheerfully.

Liang Yue, with her sweet tongue, greeted everyone warmly, "Grandpa Hou, Grandpa Liang, Grandpa Zhao, Grandpa Zang, and all the other grandpas."

All I could see were grandfathers.

There were only two young people and one middle-aged man in his thirties or forties.

Liang Yue and her six friends felt quite out of place among this group of people.

Old Liang is truly amazing. He just made a call in the group, and within a few hours, all six people had gathered.

Judging from their travel-worn appearance, they seemed to have come from afar.

After everyone sat down and introduced themselves, it turned out that the newcomers had all come from far away. Some had caught the nearest high-speed train, while others had directly called a taxi.

Traveling hundreds of kilometers just for this one meal tonight...
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"Now that everyone's here, let's serve the food..."

Old Liang gave a greeting.

Waiters filed in from outside.

"Rongzhou Spicy Chicken".

"Zigong Cold-Cooked Rabbit".

Garlic-flavored pork belly.

"Shredded Beef in Lantern Shadows"

"Beef shank dipped in sauce".

"Ginger and shredded pig's ear"

"Fuqi Feipian."

"Red oil tripe".

Eight cold dishes were quickly arranged in a circle.

There are two more bottles of wine, "Ten-Year Aged Green Wood Wine, please enjoy."

"Wow, the cold dishes are all meat! The ingredients are so fresh."

"At first glance, the faces are all red, it really is salt gang cuisine."

"The 'ghost chef' Xu Ze has found some really good chili peppers; he's made all the dishes spicy."

"Ghost Chef Xu's knife skills are still lacking, so the coral radish wasn't served."

"Master Xu is known for his mastery of heat control and seasoning. This is called playing to one's strengths and avoiding one's weaknesses. Besides, how many people can make coral radish nowadays? You can't cut out coral flowers. It's just a piece of radish skin in two. Do you want to eat it?"

As soon as the dishes were served, the group of grandfathers started chatting, each with their own story to tell.

Liang Yue and the two young people opposite her were stunned by what they heard, and eagerly took out their phones to search for what coral radish was.

There were also those who asked directly. One of the young people who had been with Mr. Liang and the others asked, "Mr. Liang, I've always heard you talk about Yanbang cuisine. What is Yanbang cuisine?" Mr. Liang was knowledgeable and happy to explain, pointing to the dishes on the table and starting to teach them.

"Salt Gang cuisine is a branch of Sichuan cuisine, originating from Zigong. That place produces salt, so there were many salt merchants, travelers, and salt workers, and the cuisine developed its own unique style."

"Salt merchant cuisine is further divided into salt merchant cuisine, which is eaten by salt merchants and officials. It features delicacies from mountains and rivers, as well as fine dried goods. The mountain carrots I just mentioned are a type of salt merchant cuisine."

"Salt worker dishes, as the name suggests, are food for salt workers and ordinary people. They include rabbit and beef offal, stir-fried and braised dishes, spicy and salty, oily and flavorful, and are the most common. Dishes such as sliced ​​beef and tripe in chili sauce, beef in shredded sauce, spicy shredded chicken, and cold rabbit are all salt worker dishes."

"Guild cuisine is for merchants and fellow villagers in guilds. It is a harmonious blend of five flavors, combining the tastes of the north and south. This garlic-flavored pork belly is a classic guild dish."

My eyes were fixed on the table full of delicious food.

I listened to Master Liang telling stories.

The nose is filled with the aromas of hot, spicy, numbing, and various flavors of chicken, beef, pork, and rabbit.

Water was gushing from his mouth.

It’s so hard.

"Master Liang, can't a table full of delicious food shut you up? Pour some wine and start eating," the only middle-aged man among the grandfathers said with a smile, getting up to pick up the wine bottle.

"Ah." Liang Yue was still shaken when she saw the bottle, and hesitantly reminded her, "Um, this wine has a strong aftereffect."

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "I enjoy wine but I don't get drunk easily; I never overindulge in alcohol."

After saying that, he opened the wine bottle, and the room was filled with a sweet and rich aroma that overpowered the smell of the dishes.

Because they are all cold dishes.

"Wow, sweet wine!" the middle-aged man laughed.

"Mmm." Liang Yue nodded solemnly, "It's cola flavored, sweet and delicious. But it's very strong. Last time I drank two cups and passed out, and slept until evening."

Hearing this, Xiang Boming rolled his eyes. "Poor wife, don't tell anyone about those embarrassing things."

But the others burst into laughter.

"They even have cola-flavored liquor? I'll have to try it." The middle-aged man first filled his own glass, then filled the glasses of those around him, and then placed the bottles on the turntable in the center of the table, inviting everyone to help themselves.

He picked up his glass, took a small sip, smacked his lips, and raised an eyebrow. "Wow, it really is sweet, but I don't taste any cola. I think it tastes like pear. It's not fruit wine, it's baijiu (Chinese liquor). Fresh and interesting."

He definitely hasn't watched Cat Head's live stream, and he didn't go to Qingmuchuan during the last Flower Sea Food Festival.

But after hearing what he said, everyone else became interested, turned the table, picked up the wine bottle, and poured themselves a glass.

Liang Yue, pretending not to see Xiang Boming glaring at her, secretly poured herself most of a glass.

Pouring the wine took up half a day.

Old Hou quickly urged, "Eat your food, eat your food."

As he spoke, he picked up the piece of beef slices in front of him.

Liang Yue couldn't wait any longer.

Immediately reach for the cold-cooked rabbit with your chopsticks.

With a few swift movements, he placed a piece of food in Xiang Boming's bowl.

He put his own piece directly into his mouth.

Chewing, chewing, chewing, "It's delicious!" Chewing, chewing, chewing, "Even better than the cat-head ones!" Chewing, chewing, chewing, "Really, really!"

Based on her extensive experience of watching two rabbit heads while binge-watching a drama and then eating noodles for the next three days.

Saying it tastes even better is absolutely true.

I heard it tastes even better than the cat-head version.

Mengjie and Erya couldn't stand it anymore. Their chopsticks spun in mid-air and attacked the cold-cooked rabbit.

One bite, and it was indeed different.

I can't quite put my finger on what's different.

The colors are similar, but this one seems to be brighter.

The taste is similar, but this one is more flavorful.

The texture is similar, but this one is firmer, or rather, it's more pleasant to eat.

The flavors are similar, but this one seems to have a richer, more mellow taste.

Each item is just a little short, but those little gaps add up to a huge difference...

(End of this chapter)